For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 77 of 92 (83%)
page 77 of 92 (83%)
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God never loved me in so sweet a way before; 'Tis he alone who can such blessings send; And when His love would new expression find He brought thee to me and He said, "Behold a friend." * * * * * Friendship is the wine of existence; love the dram-drinking. --_Bulwer_. * * * * * He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority, has ceased to love him. --_Madame Swetckine_. * * * * * I thank Thee, Lord, for every moment dropped Into my life that had some sweetness in it, For all the golden hours when friendship met And gave up heart for heart and thought for thought, For all the love that faithful hearts let fall, To drop into mine own; for every look From loving eyes; for every smile or word That gladdened me; for subtle influence That made me strong, dear Lord, I thank Thee. |
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